..and the gloves come off...

I'm now slowly understanding what it means to have the gloves off.
To truly get involved and dirty.
To feel with my fingers all that I'm doing.

I sound so late. What I was basically saying, was, so this is what its like to be totally independent and self sufficient - without the short cutes. Really cooking and not using instant or buying food. To be on my knees, scrubbing the house clean. Ironing my clothes. There were aspects wherein I cheated, but now, I know its all on me.
And the saga of my parents left errands are almost over.
Keeping my fingers crossed, I'm hoping that that chapter is finally at an end.
Then maybe, just maybe, I can start thinking of me